Chapter 7 Ricky

Jacob and Charlotte both had a nice night, having sex and dying in each other's arms until dawn when the morning sun ray hit through the reflector window, landing upon them. Charlotte felt the light shine through her dream and she was happy with the kind of dream that she had throughout the entire night. Slowly, she returned from her fantasy and her heavy eyes tried their best to open up. She let her eyes open and gaze at the window for some while before she discovered that the room wasn't hers. Instantly she turned on the bed and what she saw almost took her breath away.

Jacob was so fast asleep on the bed beside her that he didn't hear her scream. She had screamed finding herself naked on the bed with a stranger who seemed to be naked under the duvet covering him. Charlotte held her mouth and tried not to scream again. What had happened? Why was she in the room with him? Then the flashback of the other night came running through her mind. She gulped down the saliva that cloaked her throat, not ready to admit what had happened between them. Her eyes welled up in tears knowing that they had sex while they were unconscious. She gave her dignity to a stranger. The thought of it made the tears flow down her eyes. Yet, she cried silently. How stupid and dumb she was to have gotten herself drunk and ended up in a stranger's bed. She cried her eyes out for a few minutes before she found an answer to her questions. Soon, she sprang up from the bed but making sure, she didn't make a move at him so he wouldn't wake up. If he did, what excuse would they give each other? Since he had the money, he might claim she was a slut and had lured him to bed with her. Affliction and embarrassment took over her as she carried her lazy core out of the bed. She winced when she felt the pain between her legs and stood on her stance to suppress the pain. But when she took a step, she felt the pain again and this time it hurt her to groan. She wasted time trying to make the pain leave her but it didn't. Hot tears streamed down her eyes again as she leap around the room to look for her clothes. She found it and stepped into the bathroom. Minutes later, she was done doing the girl stuff and she felt the pain releasing her bit by bit. She pushed the door to the room hoping Jacob hadn't woken up and her prayer was answered, he was still fast asleep. She checked for her phone in her cloth pocket and found it. Looking at the time, she heaved a heavy sigh. It was around seven and she still had time to prepare for work. With one more glance at Jacob, she made her way out of the room, out of the club making sure to hide. She also tried her best to hold her cracks so she won't end up crying her eyes out again while making her way home. She wailed down a cab that took her home. Ashley was the first person she got to meet in the living room when she entered the house. She knew she couldn't ignore the wrath of her sister so she was ready to fuck her up if she ever attempt to try anything silly. She tried to ignore her but as expected, Ashley stopped her by crossing her way. "So you weren't in your room while I scream out your name," Ashley yelled, harshly and again Charlotte tried to avoid her. She walked past her but Ashley pulled her by her arms and halted her again. When Ashley saw the rage in Charlotte's eyes, she let go of her arms but didn't let her leave. "Where are you coming from?" She inquired as they both maintained eye contact. Charlotte scoffed and took some steps toward Ashley, her eyes blazing in fury. "If you ever stop me again, I will hit you hard across your face!" She snapped, making Ashley jerk on her feet. "What did you just say?" Ashley asked and arched her eyebrows at Charlotte. It was the least she was expecting, Charlotte threatening her. "You will slap me?!" She cringed. Charlotte hissed and shook her head, "I won't slap you Ashley but I will hit you hard!" She snarled and Ashley staggered back to her outburst. Was she sure she heard her sister right? She watched Charlotte leave, her mouth parting ways in amusement. How dare Charlotte to confront her? Was she in her right mind? She scoffed. Of course, Charlotte wasn't in her right mind, if she was, then she knew she wouldn't dare to snap at her the way she did. An hour later, Charlotte ran out of her room to the dining table. She was neatly dressed up in her office wear since she had cleaned up and changed her outfit. She tried her best not to remember what has happened to her and focused more on returning to work. Even when the nightstand had taken a toll on her, she decided to let it go. She was the cause after all. If she didn't follow him up to the room and seduced him maybe nothing of the last night would have come to pass. Everyone noticed her change of countenance in the dining. She continued to growl and warn them not to get on her nerves, leaving them all in shock. Her stepmother also tried to hit her but her father stopped her, making Charlotte wonder why he stopped her. Maybe he knew if she didn't stop then she would have stopped her stepmother herself. She ate her food and ran out of the house so she wouldn't be late and her dad won't have any objections to giving. She got to the company and made her way to her office. As soon as she got in, she came in contact with Ricky.